No picnic

She looked pleasant and sunny and harmless. Rory used his classic curl-around-your-legs-like-a-cat maneuver that no one can resist. She immediately plopped down on the sidewalk, and they began to cuddle.

After a couple of minutes of this instant friendship, Rory was ready to move on, the corner dog store in his sights.

As the young lady stood up to leave, she said, “I’m surprised he didn’t eat any of the ants on the sidewalk.”

“Ants?” I hadn’t noticed any. “Well, I’m glad he didn’t. Not sure how those would have gone down.”